Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Time passed second by second, and in the silence flowed Lin Lulu's heartbeat like a drum.

The uncle was actually... saying...

This wasn't the first time she'd heard him confess his feelings.

However, this time it seemed particularly solemn.

Her mind was buzzing with confusion, and she stood there blankly, not knowing how to respond to him.

She was grateful that he was here.

He prepared this house, and she was very touched.

But she can't accept anyone right now.

Her past with the masked man was like a net, trapping her and making it impossible for her to escape.

But she had too many concerns and couldn't tell him about it.

His identity is too mysterious.

She cannot be honest, nor is she able to be honest.

Fortunately, he didn't really expect her to give him an answer right away.

"You cut your hair like this just to pay for the trip?" His dark eyes lingered as he patted her head. "Are you sure you want to?"

"It can grow back!" She smiled sheepishly. "It won't stay this short forever."

Then, remembering that Jingrou had said he liked girls with long hair, his eyes dimmed slightly.

"So, what about the person who flew you back in their private jet?" His tone was both nonchalant and probing. "Who was it?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lulu's expression changed.

Oops!

What exactly did the uncle uncover during his investigation?

"He..." Her hands clenched tightly together, she racked her brains, unsure how to answer him. "He is..."

"Who is it?" He looked at her, his eyes full of encouragement.

After thinking it over, she could only say, "He is the one I told you I was keeping from you."

"Still can't say?" His tone seemed somewhat displeased.

"Yes," she replied, "I can't say."

"You like him?" he continued to ask.

"Are you kidding me!" She quickly shook her head. "How could I possibly like him!"

"That's good." He said in a deep voice, "You must be exhausted. You're all dirty. Go take a shower, get a good night's sleep, and I'll call you when it's time to eat."

"And what about you?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Lulu." He looked down at her, his voice husky with desire, "Are you inviting me to take a bath with you?"

"I didn't!" Her cheeks flushed instantly. "I just... just asked casually!"

"Oh?" He seemed thoughtful. "Then why didn't you just ask someone else? Or are you just shy and afraid to admit it, but if I were a little more forceful, you'd give in halfway? After all..."

"You're a pervert!"

She growled at him, then quickly ran into the bathroom.

Ahhhhhhh—

What kind of person is that?

That's absolutely awful!

His voice came from outside the door: "I have something to take care of in the study. Don't worry, I'm not so perverted as to eavesdrop on you taking a shower."

His deep, mellow voice emanated from his chest, booming and exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

Lin Lulu quickly turned on the water.

It's icy cold.

When it landed on my body, I felt my feverish body temperature drop slightly.

call--

In the past, after working odd jobs on a hot day, I would come back from the outside and feel extremely hot. But a hot shower and a glass of plain water would cool me down.

But why is there no reaction when I take a cold shower today?

She still felt very hot.

My cheeks feel hot.

It's like you've warmed up the water yourself.

It's all the old man's fault!

Why are you making such random jokes?

She was, after all, a normal, beautiful adult woman, facing a tall, handsome, and strong man.

seduce.

He swallowed hard.

She then concluded: "The body will naturally have a normal reaction!"

If there's no reaction, doesn't that mean she's... being indifferent?

"Yes! That's right! It's normal! There's nothing shameful about it!" she whispered to herself, trying to reassure herself.

It is despicable for a man to covet a woman.

When a woman desires a man, it's out of admiration!

After taking several deep breaths, Lin Lulu finally felt a little better.

I took a nice, relaxing shower, but when I wanted to leave the bathroom, I realized I hadn't brought any change of clothes.

I was so focused on running in and cooling down that I didn't even think to grab my clothes!

Looking at the pile of clothes she had thrown on the ground, now soaked, she realized she couldn't possibly wear them again!

Huh?

Didn't the uncle say he was going to the study to handle something?

They probably won't be coming in anytime soon.

She quickly grabbed a dress from the closet and put it on; it would only take a minute at most, and she definitely wouldn't bump into him!

There's no other way right now.

"Uncle?" she called softly from the bathroom doorway.

No one responded.

"Uncle, are you there?" she called out again.

Still no one responded.

call--

That's definitely not there!

With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the bathroom door, and just to be safe, peeked out.

He only stepped out after confirming that she was alone in the bedroom.

Pushing open the wardrobe door, I saw many clean, new clothes inside.

No wonder he's an older man!

Always so quick, accurate, and ruthless in doing things!

Then look at the underwear.

This……

Why are they all cartoons?

It must be the uncle's handiwork!

I'm going crazy!

"Didn't I tell you I have lace? Lace, lace! Sexy silk! Who do you think you are! Humph!"

"Lulu, you..."

The three short syllables left both of them stunned.

Lin Lulu's neck stiffly turned ninety degrees, and she saw Jing Sichen standing at the door. The two stared at each other for a full minute.

Then, a scream rang out.

"ah--"

Immediately following was a long series of footsteps as they ran and chased each other.

Lin Lulu practically fled into the bathroom.

Just as the door was about to close, my wrist was grabbed, and then my body was pushed against the wall, pressed tightly against it.

When your body is encircled by a strong arm, it feels as if your mind is also encircled.

A deep, husky voice lazily rang out: "Who cares about cartoons, lace, or cutouts, Lulu? Why are you so hung up on all that? Don't you know what looks best on you?"

He was so close to her that when he spoke, his hot breath sprayed onto her lips, as if it were setting her on fire.

Her eyes widened in horror, knowing full well that something was wrong.

She resolutely wanted to push him away.

But he found that his hands were being held by one of his large hands and raised high above his head.

Her reason, shattered by shame, was only now being able to piece together, with extreme sensitivity, what was happening in the scene before her.

She was completely naked, her body almost entirely pressed against his chest, embracing him without a single gap, making it impossible for him to resist the increasingly intense and burgeoning desire with his own reason.

A ray of the setting sun, like a salted egg yolk, peeked into the bathroom, raising the temperature and deepening the ambiguity.

He looked down at her, the water droplets on her body still wet from the bath, clinging like dewdrops to her smooth, white skin, like his own clones, greedily sucking the sweetness and softness of her skin.

"Lu'er," he gasped, unable to contain his breath, "I want you!"